Sweat slid down Lin Que's forehead and dripped into his chapped lips, causing a salty sting.
He clutched the half-dried Qi Condensing Grass tightly, and the fine hairs on the stems made his palms itch.
Although the quality of this thing was so bad that it could only be treated as a weed, it still contained a slight trace of spiritual energy, which was enough for him to survive tonight's hunger.
There was a fire burning in his stomach. From morning to now, he had only drank a few sips of cold water that smelled of rust.
As the lowest apprentice in the No. 3 Spiritual Planting Garden on the edge of the spirit capital, his daily reward is only one low-grade spirit stone. That bit of spiritual energy will be enough to sustain him for a day, making even food a luxury.
"Lin Que! What are you holding in your hand?"
A loud shout was like thunder on the ground, making Lin Que tremble all over.
He raised his head suddenly and saw the patrol leader, Coach Li's face as rigid as a stone sculpture, facing him, his eyes full of undisguised disgust.
It's over.
Lin Que's heart sank.
Coach Li stepped over in two or two steps, grabbed the Qi Condensing Grass with his big hands like cattail leaf fans, and roughly searched his body twice before pinching out the only low-grade spiritual stone in his arms that was just issued today.
